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A Story Of Feminisation: Pippa's Story.
By: Philip Hudd.
I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11 pm and just
before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the
mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish
looking woman in her thirties. The only discrepancy being that I was
actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise
instruction of the woman I loved and was married to. She had returned
home a day early, from a trip to her sister's place, in the country.
What she found as she walked in, was her husband wearing her underwear
and, fully made up to boot. She insisted that, if I wanted to remain
married to her, I would agree to dress up for her, whenever and wherever
she instructed me to. I was flabbergasted and truly lost for words. I
didn't want to lose her but I knew she could be a vindictive cow, when
she wanted. I agreed meekly to this arrangement, which is why I am here,
about to enter a transvestite club on the Earls Court Road, fully
transformed into my female persona, Pippa. In my hand I hold a sheet of
paper and, have instructions that I must show it to anyone that I speak
to, once inside the club.
The paper reads as follows: I have been instructed to show this to
anyone I talk to. Please read it thoroughly. Please note that the woman
you are talking to is actually my husband. He is known as Pippa when
dressed like this. I have asked him to fulfill a mission for me. It is
in four parts, the first of which he/she completed by entering the club.
She cannot disclose her mission parts until they have been accomplished
but, if asked about it once she has completed them, she must answer all
questions fully and truthfully. Barring her identity, Pippa must reply
honestly to any question she is posed and has been asked to be
reasonably accommodating to people's requests of her. She is not to be
harmed or marked in any way. Have fun!
I paid and went downstairs to the bar and dance floor. The barman wasn't
busy so I went to order a drink, as he approached I realised I was going
to have to speak to him. I nearly lost my bottle but he was already
asking me! As humiliated as I felt, I handed him the piece of paper and
watched blushingly as he read it all. His smile grew as he read through
the wording and, handing it back he asked what I wanted to drink. I
ordered wine and handed him the money.
He disappeared to the far end of the bar and, I saw him talking
animatedly with a small group of very convincing cross dressers. He
pointed right at me and 2 of the 'girls' walked right over to me and,
striking up conversation immediately. I handed them the paper and grew
nervous at what might happen. One of them confirmed that this was true
with me, asking me if it were a wind up. I reassured them of its
validity and that I was a willing participant in this whole affair. One
of the two whisked away my instruction sheet and took it over to the
rest of the group where, she passed it round to them all. I saw each of
them read through it, occasionally glancing over to look lecherously at
me. The one that had stayed with me leant forward and planted a quick
kiss on my lips, her tongue licking mine briefly.
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She held me by the forearm gently stroking my silk gloves as she said,
"I think it's time that you met the rest of us Pippa, because I get the
feeling we're all going to get to know you pretty well tonight." She
smiled knowingly as she looked me straight in the eyes. I was wearing
some seriously classy clothes that really gave me the look of a high-
class hooker. Long shiny red silk gloves, a thin red suede choker around
my neck and a black and orange snakeskin three quarter length PVC coat
were the items that framed my torso. Underneath I wore a see through red
blouse with a thigh length patent black leather skirt, concealing a
blood red suede Basque which had been fitted especially with a patent
leather waist reducing corset and that snapped shut using a thick flap
that was made as a harness that firmly held my manhood in place, hidden
away between my legs.
My wife had fully depilated my body, leaving me as smooth as a baby's
bottom from head to toe and, had insisted on buying me a pair of silicon
falsies which were now stuck on my hairless chest, giving the impression
that I had real boobs which were held tightly in place by the Basque's
three quarter cups. She had also made sure that the waist-reducing
corset was as tight as possible before I'd left the house, pulling my
waist in from a chubby 36" to a much more appealing and feminine 26".
Over the bottom flap, I was wearing a pair of lacy tanga knickers and,
covering my legs was a pair of red silk hold-up stockings with a Cuban
heel and lacy patterned top. My footwear consisted of a pair of leather
boots, which came to just above my knees and sported a fairly thin 4"
heel, making it difficult though not impossible for me to keep my
balance and walk with a fairly feminine gait.
My eyebrows had been plucked and shaped and my wife had made me up very
convincingly, spending a lot of time on my eyes, making them very bold
and eye-catching. My lips also were full and glossy, in a bright red
contoured with a dark lip pencil. To top it all off, my wife had
insisted I wear a bright red short wig, styled into a modern cut that
was swept forward over my ears and part of my cheeks. Although they
could not be seen whilst I was dressed, my mistress had also given me a
pedicure including painting my nails scarlet and, had stuck false nails
to my hands with superglue, making sure that I had no hope of removing
them, they too were painted in the same vivacious scarlet polish.
The corset made me stand very straight, pushing out my chest and bum and
accentuating my curves, while the fairly thin heels on my boots meant
that I had to be very careful of my balance while I walked, making me
sway my hips a little in a very sexy and enticing manner. As we walked
toward the rest of the group, we stopped to put my coat away and get a
ticket in return, leaving my upper body showing the sexy Basque and
corset through the sheer material of my blouse. As we got closer I
realised that not all of the group were crossdressers and that 2 of the
party were stunningly attractive young women. Myself included there were
6 of us in all and each member of this little gathering had a big wide
smile plastered over his or her face, all that is except for me. I had
begun to dread the situation and all the while grow excited at the
prospect of the evening to come.
The group consisted of a married couple Melanie and Alphonse, better
known as Alison in his TV state and, a threesome made up of a very stern
but beautiful looking woman in her thirties together with the two
'girls' that had made the initial contact with me. Both of these were
transsexuals, one pre-op TS the other a fully transformed post-op TS.
All appeared to be very sexy and feminine women, with the exception of
Stefanie the pre-op TS who looked exactly like a model but, was sporting
a semi-erect penis that was strapped in a leather harness, clearly
visible in shape through the Lycra skirt she was wearing.
Davinia, the post-op TS was the first to begin the introductions
explaining her TS status and nodding to Stefie who, in turn explained
she was a TS and that she and Davinia were here as a trio with their
Mistress Marikka. The imposing figure of Marikka immediately approached
me, looking me up and down appraisingly as she did so. She stopped only
inches from my face and starring me right in the eyes, she said: "Nice
to meet you, Pippa. You have attained a suitable standard. You're
Mistress must be very pleased with you. Will you agree to becoming my
third submissive for this evening, in the absence of your true Mistress
and, abiding fully by her prior instructions of course?"
Stunned and surprised by this unexpected turn of events, I found myself
agreeing to do so without truly thinking through the implications of my
actions.
"Good girl," was all that she replied. Before I could think Alphonse was
introducing himself, as Alison of course. She explained that she was
here with her wife Melanie and, that they said that they were sisters
when he was 'dressed' in public. He also explained that it would be
his/her 21st birthday at precisely three minutes past midnight, which
was why the group were out celebrating together. "I hope that my joining
you will be able to make it a more memorable experience still."
I blurted out nervously. "Oh, it will believe me!" exclaimed Melanie, as
she leant over to make the final introduction. They all grinned as they
turned their looks upon me. We chatted for a while and drank a good few
cocktails, as the group made me feel more comfortable and, less
resilient! Melanie came up with the idea that as we were her playthings
this evening, we should be entertaining her, requesting that we three
dance a while.
"I don't think I can dance in these heels," I said without thinking.
Marikka looked over at me and replied, "You'd better learn then and
quickly, because it wasn't a suggestion!" I realised that I'd just been
issued with my first command and, tottered over to the dance floor, the
2 girls egging me along the way. It took a few minutes for me to get my
balance but as the beat started to fill me I got bolder and bolder. I
realised that I was being sandwiched by the girls, Davinia in front of
me and Stefie behind, every so often allowing her strapped in cock to
brush up against my backside. As the sandwich got tighter I felt Dee's
boobs brushing up against me and, pushing me back into Stef's ever-
growing member.
They started running their hands all over me until Dee grabbed my face
and kissed me deeply. As she did this, Stef was rolling my skirt up over
my waist, which allowed his dick to poke my arse through the strap of my
Basque. What horrified me was that I was becoming excited at how
publicly I was doing all this and, I could feel my own cock growing ever
bigger, pushing backward against the Basque's strap stretching toward my
own arsehole.
The set finished and we headed back toward the group, neither girl
allowing me to lower my skirt and adjust myself. Marikka instantly
noticed and ordered me out of my skirt. I was told to put it in my
handbag and continue the rest of the party without. I blushed under the
make-up but did as I'd been instructed. The bulge under my legs was
obvious and Melanie decided it was time to join in. she hiked her skirt
up revealing her bare pussy and, leaning onto a bar stool told Alison to
start eating! Ali got to her knees and began licking with all her might,
juicing Mel right up. I was very pleased that the spotlight had fallen
away from me and onto the horny couple. We watched as Ali brought his
'sister' off with her tongue, Mel came ferociously gushing her sticky
juice all over Ali's face. She looked down at him and smiled.
"That deserves a return of favour little sister, get up and remove your
panties my love." Ali did so immediately, freeing her rampant throbbing
8" hard-on, which sprang forward thrusting out in front of his body.
"Lean back against the stool as I did when you ate me Darling." Ali was
ecstatic at the thought of his wife's lips around his knob but was
surprised when Mel ordered Pippa to her knees in front of his cock.
"Your turn Pippa, eat up and eat it all now, you hear?" Marikka pushing
the hollow of my back, propelling me in the right direction and making
me almost fall to my knees. I had never given head to a man before and,
this little stallion was as hard as rock and twitching in my face. I
began by licking the balls and worked my way up the thin long shaft, to
the bulbous circumcised head at the tip.
The stem was pulsating making the head throb almost to bursting. I
grabbed all of my courage and wrapped my lips around it, sucking and
licking as I descended the first 6" of this bulging mass of meat. I
began pumping up and down the stem until finally I managed to open my
throat and take him/her in fully. As I did this I felt a gush of sticky
goo pump into my throat. I almost gagged but tried aimlessly to drink it
all down, I would have too had he not pulled out and spunked over my
blouse. I stood immediately she had finished cumming and, stated to the
group that I had just achieved the second part of my mission. I had been
instructed to have at least one cock spunk into my mouth and, I was to
drink as much spunk as was possible this evening. Marikka smiled
leeringly at me and nodded to herself satisfyingly.
The blouse joined my skirt making my bag bulge awkwardly. It also left
me in only my underwear and publicly to boot. Marikka immediately
decided that once was not enough and made me repeat my performance with
both Stef and, more embarrassingly with the barman, openly behind the
bar, so that anyone who wanted a drink could see what was happening. So
I was currently in my undies, dressed as a woman with my cock hard as
rock but held in between my legs and, I had just drunk the semen of
three men that I'd only just met! What I wondered could possibly happen
next?
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No sooner had the thought crossed my mind that, I heard Mel exclaim
loudly, "Alison wants to taste Pippa's 'clitoris' girls! And since her
birthday is rapidly approaching, I think she should have her wish. Any
objections ladies?" Marikka gave it her full approval and ordered me to
lose the panties.
Once they were off I felt her hand as it unclipped my Basque and,
released my still throbbing manhood from its satin prison. I opened my
legs a little and allowed it to stand proudly to its full 7" capacity.
Marikka ordered Stef and Dee to prepare me and, they started kissing my
face, lips and neck intensifying my excitement and making my dick throb
wickedly. My bum found the stool and I leant back as I allowed my first
man to give me head. Ali was an expert; she drove me wild as she bucked
her head up and down my pole.
As I began to scream I felt someone push my panties into my mouth,
quietening me so as not to become a nuisance to the club. I came in
buckets but Ali somehow managed to drink it all in, then she stood up
and kissed me letting a mouthful of my own cum run down my throat. I
again exposed that the third instruction of my mission was complete. To
be blown by at least one other partner, preferably a man. Stef managed
very quickly to get me hard again as Marikka ordered me to fuck Dee and
to cum in her TS pussy. It took me a lot longer to cum this time and, it
caught me by surprise happening as it did when I felt Stef's dick
pushing its way into my arse. This was it, the final part of my mission!
I couldn't hold back as I felt the pressure building me to a shattering
climax, deep in Dee's tight hugging pussy.
A moment later I felt warm and sticky inside, as Stef followed suit. We
were all practically worn out as a cheer went up to celebrate Ali's
birthday. We drank some more and I explained to the group that my
mission was complete and, following strict instructions, I must now
return to my wife and graphically describe my evening while she tried to
coax another erection out of me. I quickly retrieved my PVC coat and put
it over my underwear, having first positioned my 'bits' back into the
Basque. I was heady with all that had happened to me, yet I felt
fulfilled at the fact that I had completed my mission in its entirety.
My wife and Mistress greeted me eagerly as I returned home, quickly
guiding me into the bedroom, but that's another story...
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